I followed my soul along a straight line through the endless forest (that one of my dead selves had previously found, now that I think on it).

We entered a grove beneath a cathedral of trees, and my soul suddenly split and unfolded along many paths.

My Soul: This is a place of infinite paths. You won’t find me here.

I did not understand, so I asked a question.

I: I am speaking to you. Have I not found you?

My Soul: No, you may merely meet me along a path. This place wants to show you something.

I considered what my soul had told me. Then I noticed a simple well…